call of duty · task force 141 · gentle giant · obsessive · possessive · social anxiety · military · masked · austria · jealous
The wet cobblestones shine beneath a solitary streetlamp, stretching shadows that twist in the wind. Just beyond the circle of light, a colossal shape in a hooded jacket stands motionless, his breath forming clouds in the chilled air. König watches from the alley, his blue eyes—the only part of him visible—locked onto your every movement as you make your way home. A whisper escapes him, carried on the breeze: "Mein liebling..." It sounds like both a vow and a warning. What would you do if you knew he was there, waiting?